Old Harry Jones Lyrics

OLD HARRY JONES

(Billy Lambeth)

I met an old man on the streets today

He walked up to me and he asked me sir,

Can you spare some change

And so I reached into my pocket and I gave him my last dollar

Then he held out his hand and said

Thank you sir, I'm Harry Jones

And I'm more than just a bum

A victim of society

Once I used to be a millionaire yes

And I said, whatever happened to you

To make you live this way

He said, you can't judge a man son by the clothes he wears

Or the money that he makes

He said you gotta fight for your life

Cause it's a crazy mixed up world

Oo, don't let it drive you mad

Oo It can drive you out of your head

Fight for your life

Don't wanna be last in line

Oo well I, I don't wanna live in a world

In a world without love

That's what he told me

We must've sat there for hours by the railroad tracks

He was telling me the story about the life he'd had

Of old Harry Jones

And he said Son I was never one to cry in my beer

But this old world is getting more and more screwed up everyday

But then, one day I met Jesus

I was laying down in my penthouse suite

20 miles east of the San Francisco bay

And he told me to lay down all my worldly possessions

Because a fortune awaits you in heaven

So I took everything that I had in this world and I just gave it all away

Fight for your life

Cause it's a crazy mixed up world

Oo, don't let it drive you mad

Oo It can drive you out of your head

Fight for your life

Don't wanna be last in line

Oo well I, I don't wanna live in a world

A world without love

Fight for your life

Cause it's a crazy mixed up world

Oo, don't let it drive you mad

Oo It can drive you out of your head

Fight for your life

Don't wanna be last in line

Oo well I, I just cant live in a world

In a world without love

Poor Old Harry Jones died one day

Every once in awhile I'll stop by and I'll pay

Respect to my old friend

If only there were more folks like Harry in the world

It would be a better place to live

Lord I sure miss old Harry Jones

Cause he was more than just a bum

Lord I knew Harry well

I used to love to hear the stories he would tell me

And sometimes I walk down by them lonesome railroad tracks

And I swear I'll see him there all alone

He was the kindest man that I have ever known

So if you see an old bum walkin down the streets

And your opinion takes you only as far as your eyes can see

Then you have never know a man like Harry Jones

Poor old Harry Jones a man I knew

Poor old Harry Jones, Oh…

Harry Jones, he was a man I knew

Harry Jones

Just a man I knew